FCF 99

This
is like
food porn. “You

heard
of food
porn?” “Like when

you
stuff a
duck in a

chicken?”
“No, you
know, watching

cooking
shows late
at night, when

you
can’t eat
yourself,” i.e., where

are
the pelicans?
In May the

technical
writer watches
a woman watching

an
ice cube
melt on the

tablecloth.
This is
September. It happens.

This
is/isn’t
messiness, is it,

Geof?
This is
not the nostalgic

desire
to construct
a radically simplified

world
“there” is
neither “that” nor

“this”
burning having
been set aflame

in
as the
poem title has

it
the stone
age did not

end
because we
ran out of

stones.
It came
to rest “where”,

like
a black
shrub. Last autumn

they
carried it away
on a barge.

It
was empty
and ruined. And

where
there’d once
been a door,

they
found my
insane friend, and

gave
his cold
corpse right there

its
beggar’s funeral.
Where I really

go
off into
outer space is

line
5 (‘Saugen
brünstet um Zerfallen’).

In
a translation
that takes something

like
the historical
approach I outlined

above,
Michael Hamburger
has ‘sucking lusts

around
decay’ … My
translation (‘ … amputations wink

to
the worms’)
is associative perhaps

to
the point
of charlatanry, but

true,
I would
hope … if not

to
the words
on the page.

“is vast / / why,”

“[pulse       o                     k],”

“the brink or
brim,”

“whatever the month or wound,”

“A text wrapped in leaves,”

“that wwirl”[zzzzzzzzz],

“We’d
which,
when referring,”

“of
uh-huh,”
(page numbers omitted),

I should not have written, “it appears that you agree with …” because of course I can’t legitimately infer anything about your actual beliefs from a work of art. I probably should have written something like “This reminds me of …” since I’ve been trying to get my mind round Badiou’s Theory of the Subject, which is why I’m thinking about Lacan’s real … and Derrida’s il n’y a pas de hors-texte:

W
hich is
always deeply concerne

dwith
the ‘other’
of text, wh

ich

s
nah 2
say that [txt]

can
be rd
the way 1

reads
a bök.
R sez bees

r
her totem
animal. G

says
Yeah, I
tend to be

musical.
The going
sound stops like

smelt
tin, near
stiff. Give your

body
permission to
rest, says the

instructor,
relax the
back of the

heart.
“How thirsty
I am!” I

count
eggs before
a tiny mirror,

they they they they’ve built an eraser factory upon

a mass grave of ripples

slowly undressing seven veils to the

hum of the

4-ringed Borromean Knot.

I am secretly telling
you, The sun drinks
                                wine, thus, sets...

until soil.
no mort.

“How thirsty
I am!”

relax the
back of the

heart.
Eight glass
hours / shatter in

my
glands. and
remembers clearly saying

straight
to video,
there’s blood on

my
knuckle, wherefore
and whence. so the baby he moans
           only one infant word,
           he is screaming his “ran, ran,
           ran, ran”

swaddled only by a pressure of oxygen and nitrogen and trace percentages of other gases, gases including argon and carbon dioxide and some water vapor, gases ironed into the skin Exactly the way the dark,

like
the sleek
black wolf, seizes

and
rides her
land. - one email

says
“I attach
evidence of your

crimes
in high
res jpeg.” The

drinking
fountain in
the park squirted

water
so cold
it could only

mean
one thing,
the plumbing system

under
the drinking
fountain in the

park
leads deep
into the ground

and
lets out
into the attic.

[Note: Sources: 2nd of a mashup set using Shampoo 36. And. Eli Halpern, “Nancy’s house was burgled. It happens”, Blind Copy”; erica lewis, “the stone age did not end because we ran out of stones”; Alexander Pushkin, “The Bronze Horseman” (tr. Alistair Noon), at Horizon Review 2 (not Shampoo); Alistair Noon, “Blood, Flesh and a Packet of Tissues: Putting August Stramm Into English”, in The Last Drop: Versions of August Stramm (tr. Alistair Noon) (not Shampoo); Geof Huth, notes to/or the 2nd page of “Excerpt for Me” (rec’d from Geof via email, 19 Sept 09) (not Shampoo); JBR, comment appended to Ernesto Priego, “The Universe”, at Never Neutral, 16 Sept 09 (not Shampoo); Alain Wittman, and Jacques Derrida, who’s quoted by Wittman, in Wittman’s “il n’y a pas de hors-texte”, at Long Sunday, 5 Aug 05 (not Shampoo); email from Rebecca Loudon, 20 Sept 09, 8:38 a.m.; email from Geof Huth 19 Sept 09, 10:21 a.m.; Alisa Heinzman, “Outside/Inside”; Arisa White, “Yoga”; I skipped Caitlyn Paley; Anjali Khosla Mullany, “Damp House”; Luke Humphries, “Pond”; 4-ringed … Knot: Thomas Svolos, “Ordinary Psychosis in the era of the sinthome and semblant”, at The Symptom 10 (not Shampoo); Eileen Tabios, from THE BOOK; Will Burke, “.eat.”; Dana Ward, “Roseland”; Daniel C Remein, “exergue”; Denise Dooley, “Adda”; Ian M. McCarty, from I Woke Up Early the Morning After the End of the World; Caroline Klocksiem, “Ridden”; Alan Baker, “The Terrors”, and Tom Chivers, The Terrors, as quoted by Baker, at Litterbug, 20 Sept 09 (not Shampoo); Marisa Crawford, “Valentine’s Day”]

Comments

[Bob]

bueno... muy bueno

[Ernesto Priego]

de acuerdo. no puedo dejar de pensar en "food porn"!